Page 42 of The Orc Outcast's Miracle

He blinked as Miranda brought him down into her arms. Pulled him to rest his cheek against the top of her head. Her hair tickled his nose and lips as she clung to him, allowing him to use her as an anchor until his turbulent emotions passed.

“I’m sorry, Govek. I didn’t mean to bring up all those bad memories...” She wrapped her hands around his back and squeezed. Stroked. Fuck, it felt good. “I just want all of you. I want to prove to you that you can take me exactly how you want, and I’ll never leave you.”

I’ll never leave you. He fucking soared. His blood warmed, his chest fluttered, and his limbs trembled.

And then she began to pull away from him.

“Miranda.” His voice was far too close to a whine, and it made his cheeks heat.

But she just smiled at him, stepping away. Toward the edge of the path. His body went tense.

“Let’s try something else. Something I want.”

Something she wanted? “I’ll give you anything.”

Her grin made his heart flip. “Good, then chase me.”

His pleasure snuffed out. “What?”

“I want you to chase me.” She took another step back, toward the woods. “To hunt me like the predator you are.”

“Miranda,” he said warningly even as his blood heated. No, no, he could absolutely not give into this desire of hers. It was too dangerous. Too risky.

Even if he wanted it too.

He reached out to grab her, but she managed to evade him by skittering back a few steps. Blood pounded in his ears as the instinct to give chase flooded his veins.

“No, Miranda,” he said between clenched teeth. Fuck, he couldn’t even look away from her. The mischievous glint in her eye, the way she nibbled at her perfect bottom lip, the blasted gorgeous smile she blessed him with, flooding him with heat, raking his flesh with want.

She stepped away and his hands twitched.

Maybe just a little?—

No, no. He couldn’t.

“I’ll lose you.” His throat was tight.

“You think you can’t catch me before I get lost?” she teased, but his strangled expression at the mental image made her smile dim and he wanted to roar with fury over the loss. “Govek, I already told you. I’ll never leave you.”

He took deep, heaving breaths.

“And you’re still under that magical binding, right?” She stepped back again. “So, you can’t do anything that I wouldn’t like.”

Fuck, that was true.

“I’m not leaving. I just want to play a little game. To get that raw, carnal, sexy beast I like so much to come out and play.”

The beast she liked so much. He trembled, took a step forward.

Her smile came back. “I want my big, rough orc to chase me. Hunt me like you promised you would. Drag me into the dirt and take me exactly how he wants.”

Oh fuck, fuck.

He stepped forward.

The binding didn’t stop him.

“I want you to pound me—hard. Use my body for your own pleasure. Use your claws on me. Your teeth.”

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